senryu (fragrant toast)
fragrant toast...in silence folding my shadow neatly
tanka/monotanka (sedoka) collection
all this hotel laughter behind me hearing the rushing of dark waters criticized by a white guy for speaking Ebonics without any shame more than one argument about Black English... there will be no more code switching by me bite into a crisp apple his pungent coffee hides his contempt at my Southern drawl "King's English" and Vernaculars ... when did speech become so elitist early this morning a glass of peach schnapps... some days i just dont give a f*ck anymore (sedoka)) will i be crucified for speaking in all my Blackness... "oh you speak so well" 'for a Black man' i say to myself already my body is tired with fatigue—before work, another swig of flavored vodka lust sunk deep inside me, Black men White men Mixed men and still this...foreboding not hungry yet starving and...a fifteen minute bus ride to work seems like a trip to hell beautiful devils ...
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